"Truly worthy of being the number one in Magic in the human world..."
"..."
"...This still hasn't shown my real skill..."
At this very moment as well, the State Preceptor who had used three chopsticks in the human world to prop up a road of life for Hu Ma, his expression grew increasingly solemn. He joined his hands together, turned them lightly, and with a twist of the wrist a vermillion pen was already there.
He lightly held it in his hand, then the tip of the vermillion pen gently touched the center of Hu Ma's corpse's brows: "Master of Zhensui Mansion, I shall open your light!"
At this time, Hu Ma's human body was clearly already dead, yet with this one dot at the brow, there was actually a few more traces of vitality conjured out of thin air.
On the State Preceptor's face there was only cold indifference and arrogant pride.
How could he fail to sense the little schemes this Master of Zhensui Mansion was playing on him?
